Correction Lyrics Manifest/Outro by Fugees

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Wyclef, preacher's son
Roswell
I used to go to church
Now L Boogie drive the hearse

I woke up this morning
I was feeling kind of high
It was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie
Selassie said greetings in the name of the most high
Jah Rhastafari
Christ, took a sip of the Amaretto
Passed it down the table said:
"Today I'll be betrayed by one you 12 Disciples"
Give me a clue who could do this to you?
The kid on the block who makes less money than you
Crooked cops pulled up, they offered him 30 pieces of silver
All he got to do is deliver the savior
Right on Bergen St. from bad luck to good luck
My cup runneth over, pass it down, guzzle up
The time has arrived, the prophecy will manifest
I saw death, I got scared, butterflies on my chest
Father if possible, pass this cup before me
But it's too late I chose my destiny in Gethsemane

You see I loved hard once, but the love wasn't returned
I found out the man I'd die for, he wasn't even concerned
And time it turned
He tried to burn me like a perm
Though my eyes saw the deception
My heart wouldn't let me learn
From um, some, dumb woman, was I
And every time he'd lie, he would cry and inside I'd die
My heart must have died a thousand deaths
Compared myself to Toni Braxton
Thought I'd never catch my breath
Nothing left, he stole the heart beating from my chest
I tried to call the cops, that type of thief they can't arrest
Pain suppressed, will lead to cardiac arrest
Diamonds deserve diamonds but he convinced me I was worthless
When my peoples would protest
I told them mind their business, cause my shit was complex
More than just the sex
I was blessed, but couldn't feel it like when I was caressed
I'd spend nights clutching my breasts overwhelmed by God's test
I was God's best contemplating death with a Gillette
But no man is ever worth the paradise, manifest

Gun-clap Shell cap
Got them crawling on they back
Come through with the Fu
They be who the fuck is that
It's unpredictable, when my tongue performs like Jujitsu
Cut you with my lyrics, stab you with my pencil
Lethal injection, witness protection
Refugee camp's under investigation
Gunshot bursts in all directions
For the wack MC's we read your revelations
Discharge through your pores
Get raw and kill Boors
I can Capleton when I'm on a Tour
Some manifest, with slugs in they chest
God bless all the Cowboys in the Wild Wild West

Yo my whole life, spent looking through the eyes of a motherfucker that hate me
Drugged up most of the time
I remember one time I was so fucking high man
I just got finished drinking and I came home started sniffin’
I just got up and fell the fuck out yo
Instead of my brother helping me up
He just start straight kicking me in the bathroom
“Yo get up, get up, get up, Moms goin’ get us yo, get up!”
I wake up in the morning man, laying in my throw up and shit all over my nose man
You know what I realized, it’s easy to kill niggas man
It’s easy to kill niggas cause they look like you, they smell like you
Shit they even live on your same motherfuckin’ block
The only problem we have is killin’ the people who don’t look like us, who oppress us
Shit! Ay if you want to impress me, shoot the motherfucker who turned off my lights
You want to impress me, shoot somebody who making my bills high all of the time
See it’s easy for cats to kill other cats, it’s just the dogs they got trouble with
You know what I’m sayin
It’s time for us to stand up like men and women yo
Word up. We gotta stand up and do something about this
You know why?
You let a motherfucker kick you 5 times, they goin’ kick you 5 times
You let them kick you 3 times, they goin’ kick you 3 times
You let them kick you twice, they goin’ kick you twice
You let them kick you once, they goin’ kick you once
But if you break off the motherfuckin’ feet, ain’t going to be no more kickin’ goin’ on kid
No more kickin’
I learned that shit growin’ up in Newark man, the Brick City

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